Endless Pampering Only For You

Mo Xiaomeng thought he was going to let go of her. Who knows, a big hand touched her abdomen, and more exaggeratedly, she got into it from under her clothes.

Just stick the meat directly, and cover her belly with the palm.

With a delicate and soft belly, Ye Sijue feels like he feels good and still lingers on it.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Mo Xiaomeng whispered protesting, with a slight shyness and anger on the delicate little face, feeling that he regarded himself as a toy.

What does it mean that this satyr's paw is touching her belly!

"I'll check to see if you're really hungry." Ye Sijue said it seriously, and his hands were still on the stomach of others.

Mo Xiaomeng was tickled by him and twisted on the bed, "Don't touch it! Hahahaha, itchy! Don't touch my belly!"

"It's itchy? What about this?" Ye Sijue changed his position and touched his warm palms slowly, and his body temperature seemed to rise.

Mo Xiaomeng just felt that there was a current flowing through the skin on his chest, and he hurriedly pressed his hand, his face flushed and resisted, "Where are you touching?"

Why is this person like this? The worse it gets, the worse it gets.

"I'm really hungry. Will you let me eat?" She begged him softly.

Ye Sijue liked to listen to her soft waxy voice, as if coquettish him.

"Then kiss me first, and I'll call you and ask the inn to prepare breakfast for us."

They live in the best inn in Nanxiang Ancient Town, which is comparable to a five-star hotel, but because this is an ancient town, the hotels are all called inns.

This inn is not only quaint, but also has five-star services.

There are two restaurants in the inn, as long as you call the service desk, you can order food at will. The inn will also deliver the order as soon as possible to ensure the guests' comfort.

Ye Sijue turned Mo Xiaomeng's body, and the two face to face.

The golden sunlight shone in. Because the curtains were not tight, some light penetrated into a few haloes, and just cast it on Ye Xiejue's handsome face.

Mo Xiaomeng always knew that he was handsome, but at this time, his shattered hair was a bit messy, a little bit more childish than before, which made her look more emotional.

"You ..." How can you look so good?

Mo Xiaomeng's hand touched his cheek unconsciously, as if depicting his features.

She remembered her drawing lesson at school. The teacher called a handsome boy to be a model. Western boys have three-dimensional features. Because they mainly draw head portraits, the models' features are carefully explored.

However, she felt that Ye Sijue's facial features were even more beautiful than those of handsome models, which made people want to hide and not share with others.

Ye Sijue liked her look at her like this, and he was not in a hurry to kiss her and let her touch his face casually.

In fact, he doesn't like others touching himself like this.

It's strange that when she touched herself, he felt very enjoyed.

Her little hands are very white and thin, and each finger is like a delicate work. Her hands range from his sturdy eyebrows to his eyes, then his tall nose bridge, to his **** thin lips ...

When her little hand touched his lips, Ye Sijue did not hold back, and opened her mouth subconsciously to cover her fingers.